The idea of having his bottom smeared with a coating of filth repulsed him, but somehow it was less distressing than it could have been. Ron accepted his loss of bowel control philosophically, knowing that soon he’d be back to normal.
Just before they reached the nursery, Ron’s bowel fired its final shot before he was freed from the confines of his diaper. He loosed a long, sonorous fart that reverberated against Kimberly’s hand. Ron blushed hotly in embarrassment as he felt a stream of pee rush from his penis into the diaper. Ron’s heart sank, Kimberly was sure to feel the diaper grow hot on her hand as the flood of pee crept back between his legs and began crawling up the rear of his diaper.